Nothing to report except the weather
Feb. 12th, 2025 04:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
puddlesharkIt's not light at 6am in the forest, but it's not quite as dark. Robins singing challenges not only to each other, but also to Night and to a tawny owl. The days are lengthening again, creeping towards the equinox.
If only the paths had not been churned to ruts, puddles & pitfalls by the recent logging, I could switch my torch off on my walks.
This week has been very drear. ("Dreary" is not powerful enough. It has to be "drear".) A high pressure system stuck overhead, bringing us grey featureless days, a few degrees above freezing. The wind in the east, theoretically, but it, too, seems overwhelmed by the gloom, can't even be bothered to stir the branches.
If only the paths had not been churned to ruts, puddles & pitfalls by the recent logging, I could switch my torch off on my walks.
This week has been very drear. ("Dreary" is not powerful enough. It has to be "drear".) A high pressure system stuck overhead, bringing us grey featureless days, a few degrees above freezing. The wind in the east, theoretically, but it, too, seems overwhelmed by the gloom, can't even be bothered to stir the branches.
